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Disregard the Headlines

March 14, 2017

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Vintage blazer
H&M tee
AG jeans
Vintage belt
AGL boots
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With social media surrounding us on all sides, it’s hard not to keep from comparing oneself to an endless stream of what’s trending and what’s not. And sometimes (maybe a lot of times) we find ourselves sacrificing our individualities for the sake of fitting into what is “cool” or “in.” Or maybe we find ourselves purposefully trying to stick out just to be original. But then we stop and question . . . well, is that even being original at all? Especially when the act is made consciously? OMG, so many questions! Originality in today’s day and age, when millions of people are using the same platforms to show off their “individualities,” it seems to have taken on a different definition than it used to. And so we ask, is it even possible to be original at all? But wait, another question . . . are we overthinking the whole thing just by raising these questions in the first place? 

How about this. Let’s stop asking ourselves so many questions, and just do what we feel. Even though that’s much harder than we think, and especially with people and magazine/digital headlines telling us and showing us all the 100 ways to wear or 250 ways not to wear something on a basically 24/7 basis. How do we stay honest to ourselves, while being open to thinking outside of our own boxes, but at the same time without having to sacrifice our individualities in the process? Answer: Disregard the headlines and popular Instagram photos as the one and only guidelines to your personal style and perspective on life. Don’t post a photo of you and your best friend holding hands in front of a pink sanded beach looking dreamily out into the distance just because that’s what’s trending on social media. Remember that the entire goal is to NOT be a copy cat for the sake of extra likes. But don’t flat out stop looking at other’s for guidance or inspiration in places that we feel we are lacking or in need a little bit more emphasis or experimentation. Isn’t that the whole entire point of what we do as influencers? We are influencing at the same time that we are being influenced. Putting out into the world what is our own, and taking in a version of something that is soon to become a subtly different version of its original form. This process of passing along information and inspiration is the most magical part of it all. The personal twists we put on the idea already out there makes fashion, well, FASHION. We make fashion special by contributing to the storytelling, and the fact that as individuals we are all important parts to the grander story of what drives our outfit choices. That the ones after us will look back on us to be inspired by again and again. Just at the same time we look forward at them currently, recycling our own old ideas and their new ones together in a way that is indescribably our own. That right there, is the whole point. 

This old wool plaid blazer, was taking out from my closet after about a year of being on sleep mode, for the one and only reason that I felt like my college semi-punk days needed a little reliving. Many of my clothing choices are based on nostalgic factors. Little hints here and there act as reminders of where I started from. And I take comfort in these things.

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Wearing The Feels

February 28, 2017

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Cinq à Sept dress and jacket
Karen Walker top
Miista shoes
Sabrina SL earrings
Brother Vellies fur purse
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Everybody is talking about that feeling of gaining that first spring back into one’s step around this time of the year. When the weather shifts, and all of a sudden hope seems to be popping up out of every hidden corner. The sun, the warmth, a feeling of something brand new even more new than the other brand new that we thought we just had. The energy changes and all of a sudden we are shaken up in a way different than when we were ringing in the new year with expectations of all sorts just two months ago. Was it really only two months ago?! And now here we are, spring around the corner, and some of those expectations may or may not have fallen even lower. But for some reason, at least for me, right now in between seasons of a desolate winter and an approachable spring, there seems to be no reason to skip a step or lose a beat. My experiences and the happenings of the past two months of my life I have found were never predictors of my future. Because I know and believe that things can change in an instant, for both the good and for the bad. So instead I looked at the last two months in a way that showed me a taste of what could or could not come . . . bits and pieces of an entire spectrum of possibilities (some that maybe I did not even think of before or never felt like I could ever be ready for). It’s easy in today’s day and age of competition and distractions and frustrations and road blocks and self consciousness, to turn a blind eye to the possibilities that seem impossible. In a way, turning a blind eye to these things is like turning what feels invisible even more invisible. Throwing them away as if not an ounce of life could thrust forth from within them. I think I knew I have finally become an adult when I stopped throwing the idea of these sort of possibilities away. The impossible sort of possibilities, if that makes sense. And as I held onto them longer, the stronger I started to feel. Happier, like the marigold color of this jacket I’m wearing in this post. And now here I go again, turning the color of my clothes into a real life feeling. Holding onto bits of sunshine and comparing it to something like looking hope right in the face and handing myself right over to it, and saying whatever it all is that is meant to cross my path, I’ll be ready. I’ll be ready for what shows up on my doorstep. And I’ll be ready for what doesn’t show up at all. And like that, no longer do I feel like a prisoner to old expectations. 

It seemed impossible to continue to keep on falling for a man from thousands of miles away, but still my heart has never beaten faster and I can’t image that happening for me with anyone else. It seemed impossible a year ago that true friends who really got my back could exist in this cutthroat industry (not to mention city), but that was only because I kept letting the one’s who made me feel down around too long. I may count my closest friends on only one hand and maybe an extra thumb  nowadays, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It seemed impossible to feel fresh and renewed at the age of 29 after years of the daily grind, but today I’ve never felt my best. It’s like just yesterday I was 18. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll  be 17. It’s easy to feel young when living doesn’t feel like a 9-5 job. I was looking into making my first home purchase on a whim a few weeks ago, stressed and forced because of lack of time, only to lose out on it. Will it ever be possible to get such a deal again? Should I have fought for that harder? But deep down inside I know with all my heart that something better for me is meant to come along. And so it is absolutely possible to have no regrets. Because something new is always waiting on the other side. As long as you see it that way. 

And so here I go, wearing my FEELS in the form of a marigold coat that makes me feel as full of worth as gold, a sunshine yellow dress with a fit that reminds me why being a woman is incomparable to anything else, and a fuschia pink top just for the heck of it to represent my love for hope and the possibility of love itself in every sort of situation (and to not freeze to death on the streets of NYC even though both this top and coat together are actually not really cutting it AT ALL . . . but hey it was fashion week). 

Talk soon lovers. 

 

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Clueless

February 8, 2017

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Vintage Burberry blazer
H&M blouse
& Other Stories dress
Kate Spade shoes
Topshop socks
Ghurka tote
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Back in town and on a very addictive Rio de Janeiro high. A bit underwhelmed with NYC at the moment after visiting a city so full of sun and life. I was only away for less than a week . . . but still. I think it’s the weather here. And maybe the restless flight I had. I just feel like I’m missing a few things, some that I know exactly what they or, others I can’t quite touch upon exactly, but I know that they exist somewhere. It’s just a restless sort of feeling I guess you can say. When one gets used to a life of dashing around, getting back home can sometimes feel a bit weird. Like home has been reversed. Like maybe being in someplace new feels more like home. But I think that will change soon. It has to. This upcoming week is going to require a hell of a lot of energy, and I have a long way to go to gather it all up in one big ball. I put together my fashion week schedule as soon as I got home from Rio. I slapped it together in a zombie like nature at 8am, running off the tiny cup of coffee that I consumed on the airplane before landing. How can it always be like this? The next thing. The next thing. The next thing. As soon as I catch a break, the next thing seems to come too soon. I should be lucky, most people would say. Ugh, I know that I am, and I would never take anything for granted. But sometimes I just want to catch my breathe a little bit more at times. Sit down and read a book fully. Write an essay without so much stop and go along the way. Print out those photos I took years back in black and white and take my watercolors to them because I’ve been talking about it for a year now, and still haven’t gotten one inch closer to doing it. Is there something wrong me? Obviously not, of course! But sometimes I just feel like I can’t catch up with myself . . . myself out of all things. A strange feeling indeed. I cherished my time in Brazil with my man (more of that coming to the blog very soon hopefully), and I just wished I could hold onto that feeling a little longer. It’s crazy to think how easily sunshine and the touch of someone you care about can make you think of nothing else in this world. Lost in the best sort of way. It was only 6 days, but it sure felt like something longer. 

So here I am, back in NYC, in the midst of pre-NYFW meetings and outfit pulls and schedule making and intense socializing, feeling a teeny tiny bit clueless yet knowing the exact movements and things to say to be productive. Clueless not in the worst sort of way; just in a frazzled sort of way. In a “I wish time could stop” sort of way so I could spread my love evenly amongst all of my grounds. Wouldn’t that be the life? I am also Clueless because of the checkered blazer that reminds me so much of Cher Horowitz, whom I drew my outfit inspiration from while in the back of the car driving down the streets of Venice as we passed by this salmon pink apartment. Salmon pink is my favorite color. Funny how a thing like a color can lift a spirit in the most effortless of ways. It reminds me to keep myself in check. To expect the best out of even the most simple of things. When it gets down to it, that is all we ever really need. And it feels so good to be inspired. Don’t ever forget what it feels like when it happens. Already, I’m feeling a little less clueless and ready to get back in the game. Sun and sand from Rio still lingering in the back of my mind and down in the bottom of my bags, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. 

More blazers I love:

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Girl on a Rainy Day

January 17, 2017


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H&M wool sweater
Vintage dress (worn underneath)
Vintage leather belt
Hat Attack cap
Ouigal boots
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I love any reason that brings me home. Even when I’m tired to the bone, I can’t help but light up knowing that I have a plane ride to catch back to my sunny Southern California. Well, the days have been more gloomy and rainy than anything else lately, but I don’t mind. Either way, I slip into a special routine here; one that involves much more reading and writing and watching of films. The hours spread out farther and farther apart from each other so that self reflection and building up of the imagination can’t help but be inevitable. I’m happy during simple, easy going days like these. It’s like the year I turned 16, and I dedicated my days to the reading of books. I’d spend hours lying in the hammock in the backyard of our home, with no other care in the world except to escape reality for a little while into the whirlwind plot of the novel resting against my legs.

In this moment, I wish that I could freeze in time those rainy, lazy days that I experienced during my holiday break last month. I wish I could let them linger until I get antsy to get back to regular programming again. California feels different went it rains and you start to forget what tone of blue that the sky usually is. The palm trees look cleaner and almost sparkling against the grey backdrop. Out of place in an interesting way that makes you look twice. Paces slow down to something that can be described as beautifully melancholy, and everyone prefers to take on the life of a homebody. California on a rainy day makes me nostalgic. And it makes me more emotional, that’s for sure. Over stupid little things even. Missing my boyfriend seems a bit more tough sometimes. Figuring out a plan for my life as I near 30, a bit too intimidating. All these thoughts and feelings, spilling over inside of me, like the rain drops that gather in hidden nooks. It seems there’s more and more reasons to cry about things, both happy or sad. And being the extroverted introvert that I am, I am constantly being pulled between spilling my heart out to everyone I call a best friend and keeping all my secrets to myself . . . that is, until I am able to fully explain my thoughts out in words. Pen to paper (or fingertips to computer screen) is how I’ve always felt that I expressed myself the best. But when I was younger, I always wished the opposite . .  that I could be the one kid in class who had the nerve to be the first to raise her hand in class and answer all the questions. Instead, I preferred to keep all my answers in a notebook for my teacher to read later. But as I get older, I take pride in the fact that I can write. Not that I’m really any that great at it. If I was, maybe I would have written a novel or two by now. No, I take pride in embracing what comes most natural to me. To stand up for it and not keep it hidden, no matter what the judgment of others is. 

Thank you rainy California days for giving me the comforts of home, and slowing me down so I can keep a rhythm with my words in tune with the sound of the raindrops that are so unexpected out of your skies. You are keeping this girl in her vintage dress and nubby sweater as sane as one can be in the midst of a January that seems to be slipping away far too fast. 

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